I did lots of cool stuff to pass the time. I had lots of rabbits which I would play with. I'd let them breed and then sell their babies. I really liked Aerobics Oz Style and spent heaps of time hanging out in my favourite leotards with my pets.
I listened to alot of my families records and had a special folder where I would write out my favourite songs word for word. Each song would take me 2 or 3 days. This is my written log of George Michael favourite 'Faith'.
Occasionally Mum would take me to work with her where I would get to be in the catalogues for her 80's maternity wear label.
Sometimes I got to pretend to be an asian child!
Once I had to breastfeed off a woman who was not my mum- weird!
But then again, at least I didn't have to pretend to be pregnant like my 16 year old sister did...
Anyway, when times really got tough, there was no good shows on telly, I was sick of stretching, the neighbours wern't answering the door and there was NOTHING else to do I would try my hand at writing. Sometimes I would write poems, like this (SHITEOUS) one:
Fireball??? dreams?? wtf.
Other times I would try my hand at "creative writing". Which for me, was basically summarising my favourite Disney movie at the time and claiming I had created it. I would read it to visitors who came to the house and generally feel proud of myself. I would even running write my name at the top, all 'i invented this' and stuff. However in hindsight I wasn't really covering my tracks so well....
The memories of my inability to story tell linger on. Of all the syk skills I acquire, the fact that I suck at writing still haunts me. And that is why it has taken me a year and a half to (be bored enough to) write on movestill.